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*this was requested by @mattsfavlesbian! HERE is the post*
Word Count: 6k (mhm yup)
Summary: In which you are Oliver’s best friend and he brings you to Gabi’s birthday. You meet Chris, and the night ends differently than you thought.
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): Dom!Chris, unprotected sex, hand job, dry humping, choking, praise kink, public sex, spit kink, if I forgot anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
You finally step out of your car; the first thing you notice is how big the house is. The second is that you can hear loud laughter and music thumping from the backyard. There’s something calming about the sun beating down on your skin and hearing light splashes from people jumping into the pool. You pause for a second before knocking on the front door; you’re so anxious, you’ve never met this group of people before. You aren’t an influencer by any means, just a simple childhood friend who got lucky enough to be invited to the party. As soon as you knock, the door slams open, and you’re tackled in a hug by Oliver.
“[Y/N]! God, I’ve missed you.” He has the biggest smile on his face. You follow him into the living room, and it isn’t overly packed, but there are a decent number of people in it. The only two you recognize are Gabi and Josh because Oliver introduced you to them earlier, when you were visiting in LA. There are balloon displays and streamers all over the room. It’s honestly very beautiful and looks very expensive. There’s a decent playlist with all sorts of genres so everyone has something to listen to, and it reminds you of staying up late with Oliver, dancing in his bedroom.
The party is so alive, and it brings a smile to your face. As you walk into the kitchen, you see all kinds of drinks littering the counter. It ranges from alcoholic beverages to normal Coke products. You see snacks lining the counter and immediately grab a cupcake. Oliver shakes his head and smiles, “Some things never change, huh? Always did have a sweet tooth.”
“Leave me alone. This is how I make myself comfortable at an influence party.” You tease back, sticking your tongue out as you finish the cupcake. After you finish the cupcake, Oliver shows you what room you’re staying in and where to put your stuff. It’s a beautiful room with a view of the pool and cliff side. You gasp.
“I think this room costs more than my own house back home.” You say, shocked. Oliver just laughs.
“It is a nice room. Hey, when you are done, come back out to the kitchen so I can introduce you to everyone.” He says sweetly. You nod and set your stuff down.
Once you’re settled, you find your way back to the kitchen, and it takes no time for you to see him—Chris. He’s leaning against the counter, a beer in his hand, looking at Gabi and laughing loudly at something she says. Chris has this effortless cool factor about him that just captivates you. He’s got on a backward baseball cap and defined muscles. His smile is slightly crooked, but for him it works perfectly. His laugh is loud and seems contagious, and the group surrounding him laughs too. You’re looking at him, and for a brief second, you lock eyes with him. You freeze, unsure what to do, so instead of looking away, you give a small smile and a tiny wave. Just being friendly, of course.
Oliver looks over to see who you are waving at. When he sees it’s Chris, he smirks and grabs your arm. “Hey, come on. Let me introduce you to him.”
As Oliver walks you over to Chris, you see him stand a little straighter, slowly set his beer down, and fix his shirt. Oliver gives him a hug and gestures to you, “Hey man, this is my best friend from back home. [Y/N], this is Chris. Chris, this is [Y/N].”
“Hey. Nice to meet you. Oliver has talked about you a couple of times. I was wondering if you were made up since I never met you, though.” His voice is soft, but teasing. He gives you a gentle side hug and smiles. You forget to breathe for a moment, and just smile. Oliver nudges you, laughing.
“Y-yeah, nice to meet you too. Really.” You said softly.
The conversation from there is easy—you talk about favorite party games, small stories about Gabi, and concerts you’ve gone to with Oliver. Chris seems effortlessly cool, very laid-back, funny, and charming. Everything you say, he looks at you with complete focus. Like what you have to say actually matters to him. You are so drawn to him and his presence that nobody else really matters in that moment. Suddenly, somebody suggests beer pong, and Chris grins widely.
“Want to be on the winning team with me?”
“Make sure we win though, I don’t hang with losers.” You flirt lightly, laughing as he nods his head fast.
From the moment the game starts, there is just something about the chemistry between Chris and you. Chris constantly high-fives you or moves you aside by grabbing your waist. He is definitely finding small reasons to touch you, seeing how far you’ll let him. At one point, you sink the ball, and he hugs you, spinning you around, yelling, “My teammate is the fucking pro!” You spend most of the game joking and laughing as you celebrate wins and tease each other if you miss a shot. It seems like in that moment the only thing that matters is Chris.
Between rounds, Chris asks about your life—the things most people don’t care to ask while at a party. But he is different. He asks about your job, your favorite hobbies, and your favorite music. He listens with care and intent, his eyes never leaving yours. To others, that intense eye contact would seem weird, but he makes it seem normal. Okay. You find yourself sharing more about you than most new people would normally learn, stories that barely anyone knows.
As Chris leaves to get you another drink, Oliver comes over to you, smiling like he’s a mastermind. “I knew you’d like him. I told Gabi that it was going to work.”
The simple statement made you feel flattered and somewhat skeptical. But mostly happy, because Oliver is great at knowing when two people will vibe well together.
“Yeah. He’s really cool. He just…makes me feel like I’ve known him forever.” You smiled softly.
Chris comes back, and the party quickly moves inside. The music is somehow even louder than when you first got here. The birthday celebration is definitely in full swing. You look over and see Chris leaning against the wall, and you’d be lying if you said he doesn’t look good. You walk over and lean next to him on the wall as you sip your drink. Chris looks at you and smiles, “Want to go swim? It’s so loud in here, plus I love swimming at night.”
You nod and put your drink down. “I would love to. I’ll meet you outside once I’m changed.”
You walk outside and shiver, now just in your bikini, as the night air has a slight breeze. But the pool is bathed in darkness and moonlight, and the view behind it makes it absolutely beautiful. When you set your towel on a chair, you notice Chris is already in the water, smiling up at you. He looks like a little boy who’s just seen Santa. It’s cute.
“Come on, [Y/N]. The water is amazing.” He said happily, swimming around for a minute.
You smile and slip into the water, the pool’s cool temperature meets your heated skin. Goosebumps form instantly. For a while, you and Chris swim and play around, splashing each other and just making small talk. Chris suddenly disappears beneath the water. And you half expect to see him pop up in front of you, but instead, his hands wrap around your waist from behind. The touch is unexpected.
Chris leans in and whispers in your ear, “gotcha.”
You laugh and gently pull out of his grasp and go under the water yourself, swimming to the deep end. When you pop up, you look at him and smirk, “No, you don’t.”
Over time, the playfulness shifts. Something softer, more intimate. You are both leaning against the pool wall in the deep end, overlooking the beautiful view, soft whispers being exchanged while the party rages on inside the house. Chris asks everything he can think of—your dreams, best and worst dates, even tries to get a few deep secrets that you never tell anyone. That doesn’t happen, though. You do, however, find yourself getting lost in him and the conversation. Opening up in ways you didn’t think was possible with a stranger this fast. With Chris, it just feels easy, like you don’t have to be something you aren’t. He likes how authentic and personable you are.
A quiet moment settles over you two. It isn’t awkward. It’s just a lull in the conversation. There’s some kind of underlying tension, though. Chris moves closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours.
“[Y/N]?” he breathed, voice as gentle.
You turn, nerves twisting violently in your stomach. “Yeah?” you whisper back, inching closer towards him.
“I’m really glad you came,” he whispers, as if admitting to some deep secret. “And that I met you.”
You blush softly and smile. “I’m really glad I came too.”
Chris looks at you, eyes roaming your face, and then leans in. Your heart is pounding fast at what is about to happen. You look right into his eyes, seeing him hesitating but also wanting. In this moment, you know you want this—him. He gets to where just his breath is hitting your lips; he is so close. But he doesn’t do anything; he just smiles softly and whispers—
“Can I kiss you now?” He speaks it like it’s a wish. All your nerve endings ignite from the question. You nod.
“I’d be hurt if you didn’t,” you say gently.
Chris closes the last remaining gap, his hands going around your waist. The water moves, cool and calming, as your bodies float towards one another. His hands hold onto the edge for balance. When he finally kisses you, it’s something soft, almost scared. Like he wants this to be perfect and not ruin anything before it even began. You pause, then slowly bring yourself to kiss him back. It’s the two of you exploring this new interaction, and trying to figure out if this is good enough or not. You let out a soft moan, and you can feel Chris smiling against your mouth. His grip tightens around you, and his tongue lightly traces your lips. A silent question for can he have more?
For the quickest moment, you forget where you even are. The party, the guests, how it’s all just feet from you two. It feels like there is only this: the taste of his lips, the heat flowing through your body, and how you didn’t know how badly you wanted to kiss Chris until this exact moment.
You part your lips, letting him in, and his tongue tangles with yours. You hear a low moan from him fill the silence. As the kiss deepens, you feel how you are slowly losing yourself into him. One of Chris’s hands is now roaming your body, the water moving just perfectly so now he’s even closer to you. You subconsciously wrap your legs around his waist, and you feel the ache between your legs as you feel his cock pressing against you.
Chris breaks the kiss to catch his breath. He looks at you, unsure about what you are going to say next. Chris takes in your appearance, how your chest rises faster from kissing, how from the neck up you are slightly blushing, how you just look absolutely beautiful pushed against the pool wall. He pecks your cheek softly.
“I want more,” his voice is low, soothing almost. His forehead is now pressed against yours as if this were a quiet conversation. There’s slight nervousness and fear as he speaks the words out loud. “But only if you want it too.”
You look at him, and suddenly things are different than earlier. He wants you, in a way you didn’t think was going to happen. For a moment, you look at him and realize how you didn’t expect this outcome at all, but you weren’t turning it down now. You nod and whisper softly.
“I—I want more too. Should we go inside? Everyone is going to know if we do that, though.”
Chris gives a wicked smirk, a small kiss being pressed to your cheek before he mumbles, “We could just do it here, you know. I’ve never had sex outside before. It’d be a first. With you.” His voice holds heat, but also an underlying sincerity. Like he wants you to decide so that you feel comfortable.
The nod from you is all he needed to seal your fate. Chris gently turns you around, pressing your back right up against his front, the water dancing between you. Your hands grab the edge to keep balance. You look up and see that everyone inside is in their own world, having the time of their lives. Chris’s lips find your neck, planting kisses in places that make you shiver, your breathing growing heavier as his hands roam, adding to the feeling. One hand stays on your waist, the other finds your breast and cups it, his thumb circling your nipple through the fabric, pulling soft moans from you.
“You have to stay quiet,” he whispers, squeezing your breast just enough to make you gasp. “Last thing we need is someone seeing us fucking around in the pool. Understand me?” His words are a rough command. You nod.
“Mmm, no. I need words,” he growls. “Be a good girl and speak when I ask.” His mouth finds your neck, sucking on the skin right by your collarbone, and the feeling gives you a hot feeling everywhere. Your body arches, wanting more, desperate for everything he is offering.
A soft whine leaves you, your body backing into him some more. “Y-yes. I understand. Fuck.” The submission is quick. Given no thought, just giving him whatever he wants from you.
The hand that was just holding your breast moves down your stomach. You suck in a breath. Between the sensation of him touching you like this and the strong smell of chlorine, your brain was a bit foggy. But in the best way possible. His hand gently grabs your bottoms and pulls them down. Leaving them floating around your ankles, you were now completely bare from the waist down.
Chris lets out a low groan as your ass presses into his hard length, still buried in his swim trunks but highly noticeable now. His hand goes up the inside of your thigh, the water and his touch making everything feel cool and tingly throughout your body.
“Fuck. This might be a bad idea,” his voice is thick with want, “but god, I want you so badly.” His fingers find your clit, circling in slow, teasing motions.
You moan, the sound coming out before you can stop it, your grip tightening on the edge. Chris’s other hand covers your mouth as his fingers move faster. Every part of you is focused on his hands, the way it makes you ache for more.
“I told you—quiet,” Chris whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “If you’re naughty and loud, someone will hear us. You have to listen to me.” The words he speaks consume you, his fingers moving faster than before against your clit. Everything suddenly feels hotter in this pool. When his teeth meet the spot behind your ear, your toes curl from the feeling of pleasure.
You moan against his hand, every sound you make muffled by his palm. You feel that pressure build inside of you, forming right in the lower part of your belly. You’ve never moved this fast with someone before, doing something so reckless. Chris’s hips press into you, and you can feel every part of his hard cock now.
Chris pauses his hand, and you look back at him, confused about why he stopped. He slowly pushes his trunk down, the water helping to lower them. This is about to get so real, and it hits you fast. The things you both are about to do are going to happen here, outside with a party just a few feet away. The thought alone turns you on even more, if that was possible.
He gently places his trunks on the pool’s edge, hidden from view. His ankles hook around your legs, holding you to one another in the water. One hand goes around your waist. Chris’s lips find your neck again, placing kisses along it, each one soft and affectionate. One of your hands lets go of the pool edge, and it finds his thigh and slowly runs up it.
Chris moans softly into your neck, goosebumps forming on his legs. The reaction pulls a smile from you and gives you a thrill. You turn just enough to whisper, “What? I can’t have fun too?”
His eyes darken with want. “Teasing and having fun are two different things,” he speaks low. “Grab my cock, gorgeous. Or don’t bother teasing.” It’s a line, and he is now seeing if you will cross it.
You gasp at the sudden dominance, a shock after a day of laughter and light-hearted jokes. But you don’t hesitate. Your hand glides up his thigh and wraps around his cock. If you were outside of the pool, you know he’d feel heavy and thick, but the water makes him seem lighter than he probably is. He’s hot even though it’s in cool water. You give him slow strokes, feeling him shiver against your back from the sensation.
Chris moans, hips bucking forward, chasing the friction. “Oh fuck. Feels so good.”
You stroke him, squeezing gently at the tip each time. He’s so hard, and your hand struggles occasionally to hold onto him in the moving water. Chris’s fingers find your clit again, circling softly, both of you are panting and thrusting into each other’s hands. The air has become intense, filling with more than just friendly feelings.
“Look in the window,” Chris whispers, his mouth right next to your ear. “See everyone in there? They don’t have a fucking clue how good you’re making me feel right now. How your hand is on my cock, and the way you’re touching me.” His words make you ache. “Makes you want more, doesn’t it?” His head rests on your shoulder, and you both keep moving your hands beneath the water. Being caught, the danger, making this even more worth it.
You nod quickly. “Much more.”
He laughs softly, kissing your cheek. “You like being dangerous, don’t you? Getting off where anyone could see us?” His words are filthy, and they make your whole body pulse with excitement.
You whine, needy as his fingers press down on your clit, adding a deeper pressure. The water is doing nothing to cool the heat burning inside of you. He gently slides two fingers inside you, stretching out slowly. A whimper escapes your lips, and your hips jerk back against him.
“Oh god.”
The water moves around you both as his fingers thrust in and out, curling just right to find that spot that makes your vision go hazy with need. Every stroke of his fingers sends a new wave of shock through you. All you can hear is the sound of water splashing against your bodies, Chris’s soft moans, and your own sounds of pleasure.
Chris hits a certain spot in you, a moan falls from your lips, causing his legs to tighten around you and him to thrust harder in your hand. You squeeze harder and keep moving up and down his cock, making sure he knows silently that what he is doing to you feels so good.
“I can’t do this anymore. I need to see you,” Chris moans. Suddenly his hand leaves you, and he spins you to face him, pressing your back against the rough pool wall. His hands cage you in, his body surrounding yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer.
He kisses you hungrily, tongue tangling with yours, both of you fighting for dominance. You moan into his mouth, lost in the heat of it, his teeth catching your lip before sucking gently. As you kiss each other, you feel his hand slip behind your neck, fingers working to undo the knot of your bikini top.
It comes undone, and it lies hanging, floating on the surface of the water, still tied under your chest. Chris pulls back, his eyes taking you in. You’re now completely bare, nipples hardening from water and nerves. The way he is staring at you makes that feeling in your stomach start again. He starts to kiss down your neck again, rougher now, leaving marks as he goes, proof for tomorrow.
“God, you’re fucking hot,” he groans, his hand coming up to cup your breast, thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your nipple, making your breath uneven. “Your tits are perfect. And the fact that everyone’s right inside…” His voice is wild. “It’s driving me fucking crazy.”
You moan, looking back, and you see everyone carrying on like nothing was happening out here. Knowing that makes you feel bold and brave. You grab Chris’s head, pull him into another kiss, biting and sucking his bottom lip until he moans into your mouth. You pull back and smirk at him.
“Thought you said we have to be quiet? Someone isn’t following their own rules.”
Chris gives you a playful glare, moving you so your legs are wrapped higher around his waist. The concrete scrapes against your back as he lifts you higher, pinning you in place. His mouth finds your nipple, biting it before soothing it with his tongue. You whine, arching into him. He is making you feel so needy and helpless.
“No. You want to play smart, then here you go. Be a good fucking girl and stay quiet.” Chris commands.
You stare at him, and a shiver goes through you at the command. Before you can answer, his mouth is on your breast again. Placing kisses everywhere except for your nipple. Chris sucks gently on the spot beneath the curve of your breast, and a needy whine falls out. He pulls back, a trail of spit connecting his mouth to your skin, and he leans in to kiss you again. The kiss is filthy. Spit swapping, tongues tangling, your fingers moving through his hair as you lose yourself in the taste of him.
He grabs his cock, guiding it so it’s between your folds, the thick head gliding along your pussy. He groans as he moves his cock up and down your folds. Every stroke makes you ache for more; this is a level of grinding you don’t think would feel as good as it does.
“Shit. Never done this before,” Chris moans into your ear. “But fuck, you feel so good.” His words alone make you clench around nothing.
You kiss his neck, silently telling him you need more. Chris shivers at your kisses. He guides his cock faster against you, chasing some sort of feeling. You find a spot just below his ear, sucking gently, and loving how he moves his head back to give you more room. The air is charged now between you two.
“I need you now. Fuck, come here,” there’s urgency in his voice.
He grabs your hand, and you both swim, laughter falling from your lips as you move to the other side of the pool. It’s darker over here, less exposed. You climb out and strip off your bikini top and bottoms, holding them in your hand. You follow Chris, wondering where he is taking you.
“Where are we going?” you giggle as he pulls you along. The cool air sends another wave of goosebumps onto your skin, making you feel more alive than ever.
“Somewhere I can actually fuck you—where the water won’t get in the way,” Chris says with a wicked smile as he leads you to a lounge chair tucked into the shadows.
As soon as you get to the chair, Chris turns and pulls you into a kiss. He mumbles against your mouth.
“On the chair. Stomach. You’ll face the window. Got me?”
You instantly can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, a small vibration of want going through you. Not saying much, but giving a small nod, you slowly lie on the chair, flat against it on your stomach. When you look up, you can once again see the party. It’s loud and lively. It also shocks you how nobody seems to question where the two of you are.
Chris climbs over you, his hand coming down to gently wrap around your jaw, tilting your head back so your eyes are locked on the windows. His lips brush your temple.
“Make no sound,” Chris whispers. “Even in the dark, if you’re loud enough, someone will see.” The words hang in the air, making this so much riskier, and the anticipation fills you.
You whine softly, pressing back against him, needing him. Chris chuckles. His hand grips your hips, pulling them up higher, and then he spanks you, the sting soothed immediately by his hand rubbing gently. A gasp leaves you. He does it again, the sting of pain followed by a soft rubbing motion. You look back, searching his face, but he just shakes his head, making you look forward, back at the window and the party.
“I can’t wait to have my cock buried deep inside you,” he whispers. “Fill you up while everyone’s just there, no idea what I’m doing to you.” The words make your body react instantly, wetness pooling between your thighs.
He slowly pulls your thighs apart, just the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Wanting this to happen makes you feel so alive in this moment.
“Chris. Please. I can’t wait anymore,” you whimper, desperate for friction, for him. The need in your voice is very clear.
He moves his cock along your folds, slow and teasing, moaning as he feels just how slick you are for him. “Fuck. So wet,” he breathes.
“Mhm. Please. Just do something,” you beg. Every second of waiting is agonizing, every brush of his cock a tease of something you desperately want.
Begging gets you everywhere. Chris spits in his palm, stroking himself for extra wetness, making sure everything is wet enough for you. He guides his cock to your entrance and pushes in slowly, the stretch making your breath catch. He stops with just the tip inside, feeling the wet heat of your body, both of you trembling.
“Fuck. You’re so tight—relax for me,” his voice is shaking, “or I’m not gonna last.”
You take a shaky breath, forcing your body to relax. The second you do, he slides deeper, and you both groan at the feeling. One of his hands stays anchored on your hip, the other sliding up to wrap around your throat. He leans down, lips brushing your ear, voice low.
“I’m going to push all the way in. Once I do, I’m fucking the shit out of you. Got me?”
You nod and whimper, your body clenching around him at just his words. He hisses at the sensation, grip tightening on your hip.
“[Y/N], quit teasing. Be a good girl and take all of me,” he says, voice rough with need.
Chris pushes deeper, bottoming out inside you. The fullness is overwhelming, a different kind of heat consumes you.
“God, Chris, you feel so good,” you whimper, voice cracking from emotion.
He starts slow, testing how much you can take. He pulls nearly all the way out, leaving just the tip, then thrusts back in deep. The pace is slow; every time he pulls out, you ache and need him even more. His grip on your neck and hip tightens, holding you, and you can feel that he’s as close to losing everything, like you.
“So wet—so tight when you clench around me. Jesus,” he pants.
“I need you to move faster. Please,” you beg.
It’s like a switch flip. What was once slow and exploratory now becomes relentless and hot. Chris’s hips snap into you, each thrust harder, deeper, his mouth dropping to your ear, deep moans filling it. The night is filled with nothing but your mingled moans, the slap of skin on skin, and the distant call of an owl.
His thrusts grow deep, taking the air from your lungs. You whine loudly, and Chris slides two fingers into your open mouth, a silent tell.
“Suck,” he commands. “Since you can’t keep quiet, I’ll keep that mouth busy.” The words make you shudder as you close your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue, desperate to please him.
You suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue and gently nipping at the pads between sucks. Spit drips down his hand, and you moan around him, the taste and act making you feel dirty and loved all at once. His hips snap into yours. Everything gentle now is gone. He’s chasing his own high and making sure you follow with him.
“Such a dirty girl,” his voice is filled with praise and want. “Sucking my fingers while I fuck you like this.” The words make you clench around him.
You moan again, the vibration traveling through his fingers. He slides them out of your mouth, then pulls out of you, moving fast. In one quick motion, he flips you over, spreading your legs wide and lining himself up again. He plunges back into you, hands gripping your thighs, fucking you hard and fast. You look up at him in awe, every thrust sending pleasure through your whole body.
“Fuck, Chris. Feels so good,” you moan, your eyes locked on his face as he drives his cock into you. It’s perfect for you.
Chris nods, a small smirk forming on his lips. He looks down, watching himself sink into you, captivated by the sight. He spits onto his cock when he pulls back out, then slides back in, the feeling making both of you shudder. He closes his eyes, lost in the feeling of you for a moment, then glances up at the window. The wet sounds, the creak of the chair, the risk of being caught just turns him on even more.
“Not sure what’s hotter,” he whispers. “You taking me so good, or us fucking just a few feet from everyone else.” The words make you clench around him.
You agree with him. There’s something so hot about knowing that if anyone comes outside, this is game over. They’ll see and hear everything. Just as you’re about to answer, Chris hits the one spot inside you that sends you over the edge. You grip his shoulders and try to close your legs.
“Oh god. Right there, shit.” You pant softly.
Chris smirks, dropping lower, his thrusts turning eager as he chases both your highs. He fucks you harder, his breath ragged against your cheek.
“I can’t believe I’m inside you, filling you up so deep,” he says lowly. “Gonna fill you with my cum, watch it leak out of that perfect pussy.” The words make you shiver, and you nod at what he’s saying.
A soft, broken whimper spills from your lips. Chris kisses the sound away, tongue teasing yours in a messy and desperate tangle before he pulls back.
“You feel so fucking good,” he pants. “Knew from the moment I saw you that this pussy was going to be mine. Tell me, baby, who does it belong to?”
You gasp and say, “You. It’s yours, Chris.”
He bites your neck, sucking until you know he’s left another mark. His cock finds that spot again and again, driving you insane, your nails digging into his shoulders, soft whines spilling from your lips.
“That’s right. Mine,” he nips at your ear, his voice raw. “You’re so close. I can feel it. Gonna make you cum so hard, baby—make you forget anyone else before me. Only me now.”
“P—please. I want to cum on you. Chris. I need to.” You clench around him, the pressure building up.
“No. Not until I say so,” he groans, voice tight. “I’m almost there. We do it together.”
You can feel it. What was once a consistent pace from him is now turning sloppy and rushed. He is getting close to the edge himself. You do what you can to keep from cumming before him. It’s hard because his cock feels so good and it’s hitting the one spot that drives you crazy.
“Ch-Chris. I can’t. I’m gonna—” You get cut off by his voice.
“Now. Cum for me. Let go,” he commands, giving you what you need.
You don’t need convincing. The orgasm crashes over you. A heat moves through your body almost violently. You clench tight around his cock, legs locking at his waist, nails clawing down his back as your body shakes. Chris buries his moan in your neck, hips stuttering as he follows you over the edge. You feel him twitch and spill inside you, everything messy and perfect and real.
“Fuck. That’s it,” he whispers, voice going soft and sweet as pleasure goes through both of you. “Let it ride, baby—milking me so good. Take it all. Just like that.” His words make you feel owned and comforted at the same time.
His thrusts slow, turning lazy, just enough to help you both ride out the orgasm. He peppers your face with soft kisses before finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The night is now quiet, but you can still hear the distant owl.
He finally slows to a stop, pulling out once you both have normal breathing patterns again. You meet his eyes, and a shared smile passes between you. You boop his nose, both of you giggling softly in the dark. Chris looks down, watching his cum leak from you. He gathers some on his fingers and brings them to your lips.
“Open. Taste,” he murmurs, voice affectionate.
You listen, lips opening up, and his fingers slide into your mouth again. The taste is warm, salty, completely the two of you mixed together. You swirl your tongue over his fingers, moaning softly as he watches, eyes dark, watching you clean him off of his fingers.
“Shit,” he whispers, sounding wrecked and awed. “That’s even hotter than I expected.”
You smile as his fingers fall from your lips, cheeks flushed with happiness. Sitting up, you look around for your bathing suit and spot it nearby. You quickly grab it, your heart pounding, then rush back to where Chris sits, laughter coming out as he watches you make that mad dash. He scoots closer and gently helps you retie your bikini top.
You both put your bottoms back on. Once you’re both dressed, Chris turns and pulls you into a hug, one that silently says that he wants this forever. You place your head against his chest, pressing small kisses to his chest as his arms hold you close.
“Guess we should go back inside, huh?” he murmurs. “Think anyone’s going to believe we were just out here swimming?” His words are playful. But now there’s a secret between you two that makes this so much better.
You blush and shrug, “Maybe? Oliver might be the only one who doesn’t.”
Chris nods, a light pink color showing on his own cheeks. He looks at you, and you can tell he wants to say or ask something else, so you wait patiently.
“Uh… Can I—this is so backward, I know, but can I get your number? I’d really like to take you on an actual date.” Chris’s face goes full-blown red, and somehow it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.
You grab his hand and nod. “I’d love that. Even if we did do things a little backwards.”
Chris smiles, and as you look at him, all you can think is, thank god Oliver invited you to this party.
M yaps: So somehow my smuts just keep getting longer and longer.... Also I stayed up until 3am typing this so IDK man. Enjoy?
POV: After catching her boyfriend cheating during a Fourth of July beach bonfire, Y/N finds comfort in the last person she ever expected, his best friend, Chris.
TW: Infidelity, alcohol consumption, kissing, strong language, and friendship betrayal.
Y/N’S POV:
The beach smelled like smoke, salt, and sunscreen that had long since worn off.
Someone at the bonfire yelled as another firework exploded overhead.
Red.
Blue.
Gold.
Everyone clapped.
Everyone except you.
You sat far enough down the shoreline that the voices blurred into the crashing waves. Your knees were pulled to your chest, your phone lying face down in the sand.
A didn’t need to look at it again.
The picture was burned into my mind already.
Nate.
His arm around another girl.
Kissing her.
Tonight.
At the same party he’d kissed you goodbye before disappearing.
A laugh escaped you, humorless.
“Happy Fourth of July.”
Footsteps crunched softly through the sand.
You didn’t bother looking up.
“You disappeared.”
His voice.
Chris.
“I was wondering how long it’d take you guys to notice,” I murmured.
He let out a quiet huff, settling beside you.
A cold bottle lightly tapped my arm.
I glanced over.
Beer.
He lifted it slightly.
“Peace offering.”
I stared at it for a second before taking it.
“Thanks.”
He leaned back on his hands, looking out at the ocean instead of me.
Another firework burst across the sky.
“You know…” he said after a moment, taking a sip from his own bottle.
“…he’s an idiot.”
I looked at him.
“You know?”
Chris nodded once.
“Nick told me.”
“So everyone knows.”
“No.”
“Feels like everyone does.”
“Nah they don’t.”
I swallowed hard.
“I just…” My voice cracked before i could stop it. “I don’t get it.”
Chris stayed quiet.
“I wasn’t perfect, but…” I laughed bitterly. “Was I really that easy to replace?”
His jaw tightened.
“No.”
“I keep thinking maybe if I—”
“No.”
The firmness in his voice made you stop.
“You don’t get to blame yourself for somebody else’s decision.”
Silence settled between you again.
The sky flashed white.
Boom.
Then blue.
Boom.
The reflection danced across the water.
Chris took another drink before speaking.
“He lost someone who would’ve done anything for him.”
I looked over.
“And you know what’s worse?”
“What?”
“He’ll figure that out.”
“When it’s too late.”
My lips curled into the smallest smile.
“There she is.”
“Hm?”
“That smile.”
“I wasn’t smiling.”
“Bullshit.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You literally were.”
I nudged his shoulder.
“You’re annoying.”
“So I’ve been told.”
For the first time all night…
I laughed.
A real one.
It was small.
But it was real.
Chris smiled to himself, hiding it behind another sip of his beer.
“I missed that all night.”
My heart skipped.
“You missed what?”
“You laughing.”
The words hung between us.
Too honest.
Too dangerous.
Another firework exploded above you, painting the ocean gold.
Without thinking, i rested my head against his shoulder.
He froze.
Not because he wanted to move.
Because he didn’t.
Slowly, carefully, he leaned his head against mine.
Neither of us spoke.
The waves filled the silence.
My fingers brushed against his in the sand.
He didn’t pull away.
Instead…
He intertwined them.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I looked down.
Then up at him.
His eyes were already on me.
“You’ve had too much to drink,” I whispered.
A crooked smile tugged at his lips.
“Probably.”
“This is the beer talking.”
“No.”
“It has to be.”
“It isn’t.”
His thumb traced gently across my knuckles.
“I’ve wanted to do this way before tonight.”
My breath caught.
“Chris…”
“I know.”
“Nate’s your best friend.”
“I know.”
“Nick’s my best friend.”
“I know.”
“This could ruin everything.”
His eyes searched mine.
“I think he already ruined everything.”
The words hit harder than you expected.
My heartbeat pounded louder than the fireworks.
I should’ve stood up.
I should’ve walked away.
Instead…
I whispered, “This is a bad idea.”
Chris’s gaze flickered to my lips.
“I know.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“I know.”
“So why aren’t you stopping?”
He let out the smallest, almost sad smile.
“Because I don’t want to.”
Another firework lit the sky.
For a second, everything around us disappeared.
The beach.
The bonfire.
The music.
The people.
There was only him.
Only the warmth of his hand on mine.
Only the way he looked at me like he’d been holding something in for far too long.
I closed the distance first.
The kiss was hesitant.
Soft.
Like both of us were waiting for the other to pull away.
Neither of us did.
When we finally separated, our foreheads stayed pressed together.
My breathing uneven.
“Oh my God…” i whispered.
Chris let out a quiet laugh that held no humor.
“Yeah.”
“We really just did that.”
“Yeah.”
“Nate’s going to hate us.”
A beat passed.
Then Chris looked at me with that stubborn expression i knew all too well.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
I searched his face.
“You’ll give a fuck tomorrow.”
“Probably.”
“But-”
His hand squeezed mine.
“But tonight…”
He glanced up as another firework burst across the sky, showering the ocean in red and silver.
“…tonight I’m done pretending I don’t feel anything.”
My heart lurched.
Back at the bonfire, someone shouted for Chris.
Neither of us answered.
For one more minute, we stayed where we were, shoulder to shoulder beneath the fireworks, knowing that when the sun came up, nothing between the five of us would ever be the same.
AUTHORS NOTE: happy Fourth of July in the Lana Del Rey way 🎆
pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3 , pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11 , pt. 12 , pt. 13 , pt. 14 , pt. 15, pt. 16, pt. 17, pt. 18, pt. 19 pt. 20 , pt. 21 , pt. 22 , pt. 23 , pt. 24
"There's a place off Ocean Avenue
Where I used to sit and talk with you"
21 • lowkey pothead • extrovert • protective • patient • big heart • golden retriever energy • surfer • loves sunsets • ambitious
BestFriend!Reader
"Let's put a ten on the high card
And spend a summer on the west coast"
20 • Chris calls her Rowdy • loyal • skater girl • introverted extrovert • cautious • nostalgic • city girl at heart • loves sunsets
m yaps: So here's my intro for my Chris AU! I don't know how long I'll make this, it's my submission for SOS by @crystalcider!! Never did two AU’s at a time so let’s see how this goes 🥴
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these past few weeks had been nothing but empty. you didn’t talk to matt. not once. even though he tried.
he texted you. waited for you after classes. looked at you in the hallways like he wanted to say something. a hundred things. but you just couldn’t do it.
every time you looked at him, you heard his words all over again.
your dad is dead…there is nobody-
you knew he hadn’t meant it. you knew it, but that didn’t stop it from hurting.
and everything else in your life wasn’t getting any easier either. your mom hadn’t changed. she was never getting better.
she still punished you for every little mistake. still criticized everything you did. still controlled every part of your life.
for a little while it had felt easier. because you had matt. you had someone beside you. someone who made you feel safe. someone who made you smile.
but now…you didn’t have him either. and you felt alone all over again.
tonight there was another party because of another rugby win. the last party before graduation and everyone was going.
you didn’t even know why you decided to go. you hated parties, you always had. especially after what happened at the last one.
still, somehow, you found yourself standing outside the house. music was already blasting so loudly that you could hear it from the end of the street. lights flashed through the windows.
people stood outside laughing and talking. you took a deep breath and walked inside. immediately a wave of heat hit your body.
the house was packed. people were dancing. laughing. drinking. the music was so loud that the floor almost seemed to shake beneath your feet.
you felt out of place instantly. you slowly pushed through the crowd until you reached the kitchen. it was a little quieter there.
you grabbed a drink from the counter. you didn’t even know what it was. and honestly…you didn’t care. you sat down by yourself and looked around.
everyone seemed happy. everyone had someone. and suddenly you realized coming here had probably been a mistake. you were completely alone.
you were just looking around, but deep down, your eyes kept searching for one person.
matt.
you looked around the crowded room. looking through faces, looking past people, trying to find him.
and then…you did. he was standing at the other end of the room. surrounded by people and laughing at something one of his teammates said.
your heart squeezed painfully. you looked away quickly and then—
“oh look who’s here again.” your entire body froze. that voice. you knew that voice. slowly, you looked to your side and your stomach dropped.
the same three guys. the same ones from the last party. they were standing right beside you. smiling. your hands immediately started shaking.
“leave me alone,” you said quietly. one of them laughed. “oh, feisty, aren’t we?” another stepped closer. way too close.
“where’s your big bodyguard, hmm?” he asked with a grin. “left you all alone tonight?” your breathing became uneven. you looked around, looking through the crowd, looking for him. for matt. and then—your eyes met his. everything became quiet.
he was too far away to hear you. too far away to know exactly what was happening. but somehow…he knew.
his expression changed immediately. all the happiness disappeared from his face. he didn’t hesitate. not even for a second.
“hey!” his voice cut through everything. he was already walking toward you. the three guys looked over and suddenly they didn’t seem nearly as confident. they muttered something to each other before walking away, leaving you there.
matt reached you a second later. “god…are you okay?” his hands immediately found your face. gently. carefully. like you might break. his eyes searched every inch of you. your cheeks. your eyes. your expression.
you nodded quickly. still shaken. “i’m okay…” he looked like he could finally breathe again, then his expression changed. guilt. regret. pain.
“god…lizz…i’m so sorry.” his thumbs softly brushed against your cheeks. “for what i said…i’m so stupid…i’m so sorry.” he looked completely devastated. “i never meant it.”
your eyes filled with tears. because despite everything…being this close to him again felt like coming home. you missed him. you missed him so much.
“lizz…” he whispered. you couldn’t take it anymore. you stepped forward and hugged him immediately without thinking.
his arms wrapped around you so quickly it was like he had been waiting for it. he held you tightly. one hand moving through your hair. “hey…shh…it’s okay…” his voice was soft. gentle.
he slowly pulled back. his hands returned to your face again. checking you, making sure you were okay. you smiled weakly. “matt…i’m okay.”
his eyes moved downward to your hands and he froze. little bruises. marks.
his entire face fell. “angel…” he whispered. sadness filled his eyes. you looked away. “matt…i don’t want to…” “i know,” he said softly. “i know.”
he pulled you into another hug. resting his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again and again and again like he couldn’t stop saying it.
finally he looked at you. “do you want to get out of here?” you blinked. “i don’t want you to—” “okay,” he interrupted softly. “we’re going.”
you almost laughed. some things about him never changed. he took your hand gently and started leading you toward the door. but then— “matt!” both of you turned around. scarlet. his ex. she was walking toward you and she stopped in front of him.
“i need to talk to you.” “i don’t have time,” matt said immediately and started walking again. “it’s important.” he stopped. you looked at him and he looked at you. “i’ll wait,” you said softly.
he hesitated. then nodded. he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” you nodded and watched him walk away with ava.
you waited. one minute, then another, then another. you couldn’t see him anymore. the crowd was too big. music was too loud.
finally you started walking, trying to find him. you reached the kitchen and looked around.
and then—
everything stopped. matt was standing there and scarlet was kissing him. your heart stopped. completely. you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t move. couldn’t think.
matt suddenly pulled away. he looked shocked. he started saying something to ava, but before he could move—she grabbed him again and kissed him again. your world shattered. you couldn’t watch anymore. you turned around and left. alone.
tears streamed down your face the entire way home. you couldn’t stop crying. your chest hurt. your heart hurt. you felt stupid. used. you thought he had changed. you thought he cared. you thought…
maybe you meant something to him, but maybe you were wrong. maybe he was always going to be the same.
when you finally got home, all you wanted was your bed. to cry. to disappear, but your mom was waiting. sitting in the living room.
“elizabeth.” you wiped your eyes quickly. “not now, mom.” she saw that you had been crying. she simply didn’t care.
“i said now.” you looked at her. she crossed her arms. “i wanted to tell you that we’re moving after you graduate.” your entire body froze. “what?” “we’re moving.” you stared at her.
“what?!” “and,” she continued calmly, “i found you the perfect boy to date.” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“are you fucking crazy?!” she stood up immediately. “excuse me, elizabeth?!” “i’m not doing your shit anymore, mom!”
“yes, you will!” “no, I won’t!” “yes, you will!” “no, i—” the slap echoed through the room. your head snapped to the side. your cheek burned instantly. you looked back at her in complete shock.
she didn’t look sorry. not even a little. “go to your room. now.” you couldn’t even speak. tears filled your eyes again. you turned around and walked upstairs completely broken.
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex, mentions of partying, talks of abuse, very little mentions of cheating, mentions of violence, mentions of drinking, suggestive, use of pet names
characters: exbf!matt x partygirl!reader
summary: exbf!matt and partygirl!reader finally clear the air between them
wc: 5.9k
no, i'm speaking: can you point out the 5sos/1D reference?
alternate universe: 💿disconnected
You've been in Boston for a few days now, spending most of your time hanging out with Nick or the boys' mom. You and Matt had given each other some space during those days. He was either hanging out with his brothers, his friends, or his parents. You kept it very cordial between the two of you. Your words and conversations were short with forced politeness. But your looks lingered whenever you thought the other wasn't looking. Matt definitely noticed you wearing his old t-shirt to bed every single night. It felt kind of unfair to him. That you were keeping up this awkward space between you two, yet you were dressed in his clothes, the way he liked it. You acted like a stranger, but you didn't look like one. You were far from one.
He wasn’t helping his case either. He was also keeping his distance, mostly trying to prioritize the space that you wanted. He was more upset because he thought after that conversation you had outside the bathroom, about how you two were going to talk, you would stop with the pretending—pretending like none of this was happening between you two.
You were now hanging out in Nick's room with him and his mom. You and Nick were both getting ready to go out with his friends, his mom being there to both help you get dressed and listen to you rant about her son. She was on your side all of the time. But she also kept it real with you.
She was always in your corner, no matter what. You and her have sat down and had many serious talks about your relationship with Matt since you two started dating. Matt was far from abusive, but as a woman, you could never be too careful. She had told you countless of times that if things ever got to that point or if he messed up in anyway, you could always come to her and she would help you out no matter the circumstances. And she meant it, wholeheartedly. He may be her son, but she was always willing to look out for you.
It was nice knowing that she would be there for you in that way. So, anytime Matt would do something that you didn’t appreciate, you didn’t hesitate to go to his mom about it. You were that comfortable with her. And she was always there to give you the advice you needed to hear. Matt would sometimes get pissed off that you ‘tattled’ on him to his mom. Even so, his behavior would change.
You observed your outfit in Nick's mirror, gold bangles jingling together as you tugged on the white tank top, 'Bebe' bedazzled onto your chest. "He's just been acting so weird after that whole thing happened the first night here. I thought we were supposed to talk about things."
You noticed that Matt had been keeping you at arms length and it irked you. Yes, you were kind of trying to avoid him too. You just weren’t sure where you stood with him now or how you were supposed to go about things, and it made you a little awkward.
In the past, you would’ve already been back together by now. He’d pop up right back into your life, leaning in close and letting his cologne devour all of your senses and rational thoughts while he told you the things you wanted to hear. Then you’d be right back in his grip, him kissing you while you tried your best not to fold.
Nick's mom sat on his bed, looking at you in the mirror with a soft smile. She always adored you. And she adored you even more when you were here, in her house, including her in the gossip while getting ready with her. She loved having these little moments with you since you came into her life, and the feelings were reciprocated. You were the daughter she never knew she wanted.
"I think he's just been trying to give you some space, honey. Let both of you get into a better headspace." She rationalized. And it made sense to you. It always made sense coming from her. Probably because you actually listened to her more than you did with Matt.
Matt picked up on that quick and anytime you two were having a moment or you did something to piss him off, he would call or text his mom to tell her about it. Because she was always on your side, she often asked him what he did to provoke it. It frustrated him sometimes but it also made him realize that he was acting out of line during those moments.
Nick clapped his hands in agreement. "Yeah, we know how hot-headed you two are. This whole house might blow up if you two get into a fight." Nick was dressed in a black t-shirt and his fun shorts with all his accessories hanging off of them. He had asked you to do some light makeup on him while getting ready to go out.
Nick loved it whenever you did his makeup, you hyped him up every single time. His favorite was the highlighter you would put on him, his cheekbones glimmering in pictures whenever the flash hit it just right.
You shot Nick a look. "You're one to talk about being hot-headed. You scream at anyone for anything. In fact, the whole house already blew up the other day because someone asked you a stupid question."
Nick's mouth flew open at your retort while his mom let out a hearty laugh.
"Don't act like you wouldn't do the same if someone asked you a dumbass question."
His mom got up from the bed, walking over to where you two were standing and patting you both on the shoulder. "Remember that you love each other." She joked, like she was trying to mediate a fight between two siblings. "Have fun tonight, be safe, and call me if you need anything." She gave you both a kiss on the cheek before walking out of the room.
You both mumbled a ‘goodnight, love you’ before she disappeared.
You picked up your purse, making sure you had everything you needed inside. The most essential thing being your digital camera that had captured so many of your important memories.
“You ready? Our ride is here.” Nick picked up his own bag as well.
“Obviously I’m ready.” You bounced on your feet, feeling very excited.
Nick gave you a funny look. “Alright, don’t piss your pants over it. A night out in Boston is nothing like LA.”
“No shit. I’ve been out in both cities plenty of times.” You patted Nick’s shoulder. “Thank you, my lovely tour guide for showing me all the ways. Even the alley where drunk people go to hook up.”
“Ugh,” Nick shuddered at the memory, “that was not on purpose. I genuinely didn’t even know that was there.”
Nick lead the way out of the room but stopped short. “Oh my god what the hell do you two want?”
You peeked your head out of his room, curious to see what had him so irritated.
Matt and Chris were both moving towards Nick’s room. The flannel jacket Matt had wrapped you up in countless of times was spread over his shoulders, zipped up to the middle of his chest. The first thought you had was that he looked hot; the second thought you had was that he looked hot. Why would anyone wear a heavy flannel jacket in the middle of summer?
Matt stopped directly in front of you. Nick tried to position himself between the two of you, a protective stance taking over.
Matt’s gaze traveled over your outfit, unashamed and a little hungry. His pupils dilated when his eyes caught on your thighs, the cutoff shirts giving him plenty of surface area to look at. If you were still together, he’d already make a comment about the shorts, or the way your tank top fit you so perfectly, he couldn’t imagine it on anyone else. You kept your eyes focused on his head, trying not to look at him. But that wasn’t a good choice either because he had his hat on backwards. Every time he did that, all you wanted to do was scream the word slut. You didn’t know the science behind why men got ten times hotter whenever they flipped their hat backwards, but it needed to be studied. It had such a universal effect.
“What do you two want?” Nick asked, his eyes moving between his two brothers suspiciously.
Matt tore his gaze away from you. “Can I ruin your plans tonight? There’s something I want… or need to do.”
Nick scoffed, crossing his arms impatiently. “Seriously? Your timing is so shit! You literally chose to do this while our ride is literally outside?”
Matt glanced at you fleetingly before returning his focus to Nick. “Please? It’s important.”
Nick gasped. “Please?” He repeated. “Okay, wow. This must really be important if your bitch ass is saying please.”
Both his brothers rolled their eyes at his theatrics.
Matt’s attention returned to you as he spoke. “Can I take you out tonight? We don’t have to do anything. I mostly just want to talk.” He paused, actually looking nervous. “And I think we need to talk.”
It was very rare that you witnessed Matt feeling uncomfortable with his emotions. He was the most in tune with his feelings. Seeing how nervous he was softened you up a bit. That look he had on his face, him dressed like that, you were no doubt going to give in.
You wondered if he wore the hat on purpose, trying to derail you. All you could think about right now is how hot his face would look, with that hat on, right between your thighs. Or pressing you against the wall, turning his hat backwards so he can kiss you harder. All things holy and clean left the room.
“What?” Nick exclaimed. “Who’s supposed to go out with me now? Why didn’t you ask her earlier?”
Chris jumped in, wrapping an arm around Nick’s shoulders and squeezing him in close. “I figured we could have a grand time together tonight. You, me, our friends that we haven’t seen in so long.” He smiled sheepishly.
Had they seriously been plotting this? You imagined Matt asking Chris for help on how to get you alone with him tonight, and it was kind of cute.
Nick gave both of his brothers an irritated look which then changed into a concerned one when looking at you.
“Don’t worry about it.” You spoke before Nick could say anything. “You and Chris go ahead. I’ll be fine.” You waved a hand at both of the dismissively. “Don’t get Chris too drunk.”
Chris pumped his chest. “I can handle my liquor.”
You tilted your head. “Tell that to my fucking coffee table you broke last month.”
His bravado went away immediately. The sheepish smile returning to his face. “I’ll make sure Nick has plenty of fun tonight.” He shook Nick’s shoulders.
The two of them started making their way out, leaving you and Matt.
“Don’t kill each other!” Nick added over his shoulder.
Matt waited till he heard the car pull out of the driveway before he spoke. “First, you needa change.”
You looked down at your outfit, feeling a little sad you didn’t get the occasion to wear it out. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”
Matt placed his hands on your hips, guiding you backwards into Nick’s room. To hell with space, he’d given you plenty and he’d spent way too long not feeling you under his hands. “It ain’t suitable for a walk in the park.”
You didn’t push his hands off. You didn’t want to. You liked the feeling of him on you. Even if it were just his pinkie finger brushing past your skin, you’d still crave it.
“We’re going to a park?” You deadpan, looking up at him.
The corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. “Don’t act so excited. Might hurt yourself.”
He removed his hands, giving you space to change. You bent over into your suitcase, grabbing a different outfit. “You really fucked up my plans with Nick to take me to a fucking park? At night too?” You straightened up, clutching the sweatshirt and shorts in hour hand, facing Matt.
He wasn’t looking at your face. He was sat on Nick’s bed, leaning back onto his hands, eyes completely glued to your ass and thighs. He was entranced and didn’t even try to hide it.
He actually had to swallow hard, his mouth beginning to water. It made him feel ridiculous, how desperate he was for you.
You bent down a little, trying to catch his eyes. “Hello? Paging, Matthew Sturniolo.” You called out, attempting to bring his attention back.
He lifted his eyes to you, meeting your unamused look. “Sorry.” He panted, shaking out of his thoughts and trying to think of something else to prevent the boner he felt coming on. “What’s wrong with the park at night? Everything is so much more peaceful at night.”
You toed off the boots you were wearing. “You know what happens to women at parks at night?” You paused, holding a finger up. “Actually, you know what happens to women at parks at night when there’s men?”
He snorted, mouth slipping into a half smile. “I had and still have zero intention of committing any physical harm to you, pretty girl.” He brought a hand up to scratch his beard. “And you never worry about that stuff when you’re out late at parties.”
“Pfft,” You huffed. “Not my point. And I’m with friends”
The smile grew on his face. “And you kinda turn into a beast when you’re drunk. I remember when you cussed out some guy so bad he actually stood facing the corner the rest of the night. Unfortunately, I’m not excluded from that line of fire.”
“Yes, thank you.” You grinned.
“Wasn’t a compliment.”
“Sounded like you were admiring, actually.”
“No, I wasn’t.” He said, still smiling at you.
“Whatever, just get out so I can change.” You pointed at the door.
Matt made no move to leave. He just tilted his head to the side, pushing his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “I don’t get to watch? Don’t get shy on me now.”
You clutched your clothes to your chest like you were already exposed. “What? No!” You stammered.
Together or not, him being in the same room as you while you changed would just make you feel so flustered. He never could keep his eyes—or hands—off of you. You were supposed to be putting up more of a fight, not letting him dig his way back into your life so easily.
He let out a small laugh and stood up from the bed. He was loving this. Loving the banter between you too. Everything almost felt normal again. Him getting under your skin just to see that pissed off look on your face, then making it go away. He went fucking feral for it.
“I was just teasin’ ya.” He muttered before walking out, giving you a final look.
You gave your party outfit one last, sad, look in the mirror. Then you peeled it off before slipping into a more comfortable pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. Yeah, you judged Matt for wearing his heavy ass jacket, but you weren't used to Boston weather, that was your excuse. You slid your feet into your sandals and picked up your purse again, you didn’t bother going through it to leave stuff at home. And who knows, maybe you’ll need a long hit of your vape after a night with Matt.
You emerged from Nick’s room, Matt lingering outside, his head curved over his phone.
“Ready?” He asked, lifting his head up and sliding his phone into his pocket.
You nodded in response, following him out to the car.
★・・・・・・★
Prior to arriving at the park, Nick spammed your phone with messages. Most of them are discussing an escape plan with you. The others are encouraging you to talk to Matt.
Matt pulled into a parking spot, the streetlights of the park illuminating the darkness, making this all seem like a secret rendezvous.
He turned to you after shutting the engine off. "We're here."
You shot him a look. "Yeah, bitch, I can see."
He just smiled at that. Even if it was a smartass comment from you, he at it the fuck up. He especially loved it when he was the one to shut you up, your quips dwindling down to just little tiny whimpers. Fuck, he was obsessed.
"And I think we should turn our phones off while we're here."
You gave him a suspicious look. "Why? Should I be searching you for any weapons?"
He sucked on his teeth, trying to control the smile threatening to break out on his face. "I'm not trying to murder you, I swear. Jus wanna experience some actual human connection with you." His eyes dropped down to your hands, gold rings snug and stacked on each finger, "But if you wanna search me, you have my full permission. Get into every crevice if ya need to." His mind wandered to those hands, gliding across his warm skin, your rings doing nothing to cool it down, having the opposite effect.
Your face twisted up. "You're so gross."
He was seriously testing your self-control. The movement of his tongue drew your eyes to his mouth. He knew you were looking, this fucking asshole. It was getting harder for you to stay composed with each look he gave you. You knew that if he could, he would keep going until you were squirming in your seat.
He took his seatbelt off; you mirrored his actions. He twisted in his seat to face you, resting his arm on the steering wheel. "I know that's a fucking lie. You used to never look disgusted with your hands wrapped 'round my dick."
He was getting off track now. He didn't bring you here to try and do anything else but talk. But the visible blush on your cheeks and the effort to keep your breathing even were spurring him on. He wanted to keep pushing, see how far he had to go until those fucking hands were scrambling towards him.
Your lips parted in shock at the audacity of him. The way he could just dismantle your thoughts with one look and then scramble them with his words. You hated the way you had to grip the side of the door, your hands actually itching for him. You had no coherent words or thoughts.
He sat back, looking like a wolf that had just successfully cornered its prey. "C'mon. Let's take a walk." He opened the door, acting as if he didn't just do all of that. With a backwards hat on too, it was completely irritating.
He was absolutely relishing every second of your flustered state. How quickly you went from being mouthy to completely silent. He was having a fucking time.
You got out of the car after him, hearing the lock click seconds after you shut the door. You rounded to the front of the car where he was waiting, your legs feeling dangerously shaky.
"Phones off." He reminded, shutting his own down.
You pulled yours out, sending a quick text to Nick and Chris to not worry about you and that you wouldn't be answering for a while. You powered yours down, too, shoving it back into the abyss of your purse.
Your head swiveled around, taking in your surroundings. "Ominous as hell." You commented, looking back to Matt.
"Don't worry. The scariest thing you're going to see here is a dead bug." He nodded his head towards the trail ahead. "C'mon."
"The scariest thing I'm seeing right now is you." You walked beside him, keeping a leisurely pace.
He chuckled at that, looking over at you. "I thought you weren't scared of anything?"
You threw your head back with an exasperated sigh. "Don't take shit so literally."
You both walked in silence for a few moments, taking in the scenery of the park at night. It was actually peaceful like this. Just you and nature, no notifications blowing up your phone. You always felt comforted in the presence of Matt. It was easy for you to forget that; you felt like your mind was always full of how to curate a way to share your life with your thousands of followers. It wasn't about trying to create this image that your life was perfect all the time, it was just something you enjoyed, being able to update your friends on everything you were doing.
While Matt was used to sharing snippets of his life with the internet and strangers knowing things about him, he always preferred to be in the present of it all. Your favorite memory with him was when you took a midnight hike on the Griffith Observatory Trails. You got up there in time to see the city lights turn on. He tried to keep you off your phone the whole time, and you really appreciated it. You were actually in the moment when you watched the city you grew up in come to life. It made you nostalgic, how you missed this opportunity one too many times because you were just trying to capture the picture right.
You both were a bit of a victim to the worldwide system. But it was those quiet, unplugged moments that made you realize you found your sweet escape when alone with each other.
"You can ask me anything, ya know? I do want to clear the shit up between us." Matt finally broke the silence.
A million questions flooded to the front; your mouth was not catching up with your brain. "The girls." You blurted out the most pressing question.
Matt nodded, shoving his hands into his shorts pockets. He expected that to be the first thing you brought up. It was a sick routine he had every time you two broke up. He'd try to show up wherever you were, but with another girl on his arm. It was completely to piss you off. He was never interested in anyone but you. And he found it so hot seeing you struggle to contain your jealousy. He wanted to be branded by you in any way possible.
In a twisted way, he loved the high he got from flirting with other girls. He was completely loyal to you when you were together. But whenever you weren't, he'd have someone perched on his lap doing all the talking for him. But he'd always be thinking about you. How you'd fight back, challenge him, never making it easy for him.
"They're not important to me." He stated truthfully.
"Not important to you?" You repeated, halting your steps to face him. "Then why do you keep doing it? Do they know that?"
He looked back at you, confused. "What do you mean, do they know that? Of course, some of them don't realize that they don't have a chance. They never do because it's always going to be you."
You didn't even care about the last words he said, your anger starting to surface. "So you don't tell them that? You lead these girls on and let them believe that you actually like them?"
He was amazed at how easily you defended those other girls. Yeah, you did get jealous, but you never brought other women down over it. He was used to it with you, but in the bigger picture, it was unusual.
He huffed out a laugh, which earned a sharp look from you. He was supposed to be serious. "That's what you're mad about? That I'm leading people on?"
You smacked his arm, like that was the most obvious thing he could have said. "Fucking duh! It's so icky to do that. How would your mother feel knowing this?"
He had to bite back a smile at the smack. "My mother would be very disappointed in me, so don't tell her. I know you're quick with that." He teased. "And I won't ever do that again."
"Good."
It didn't do anything to settle your anger about those girls being led on. But it was already done, and you couldn't go back and change it. You felt really bad for them and were tempted to smack him on the head. His mom had raised him better, and he'd heard it countless times from you already how disgusting it was. That was what you appreciated least about him doing this, trying to diminish the worth of these girls.
"Is that all you had to say about that?" He tilted his head down towards you. "It didn't bother you that I was with other girls?"
He was trying to see if you would take the bait and fight him on it now. He wanted to hear that you still wanted him as much as he wanted you.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "What do you think?"
"I want to hear you say it."
You gave a slow shake of your head. "Aren't we supposed to be asking each other questions? Isn't it your turn now?"
"Okay." He grinned. "How did it make you feel seeing me with other girls?"
You gave him an unimpressed look at his attempt to stay on the topic. He knew how you felt. How you wanted it to be you. But you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it.
He caught the look on your face. "Okay, fine. I'm going to ask about the condom, and I want you to be honest with me."
You chewed on the inside of your mouth, preparing to tell him everything. "You can't get mad at me because we are technically broken up."
He huffed. "I'm going to get mad anyway."
You figured he would, you just needed to remind him that what you did wasn't wrong. "I was trying to hook up with some guy in my car." You said quietly, actually feeling a bit of shame.
His face hardened, blank and cold. You knew he was fighting back a million arguments and curses. "Trying to?" He tried to keep his voice steady, fighting off the image of you pressed against the back seat of your car–your lips parted and letting out little puffs of air–the same reaction he would get whenever he would slide his tongue across your sweet skin.
You saw the sudden flash of intensity in his eyes, and you could almost see his thoughts playing out. Your fingers latched onto one of your rings, twisting it around. "We didn't get anywhere. My chin was wet before my shoes could even come off." You admitted.
An amused breath escaped him. "You got the ick then?"
He felt a little triumphant with that information you provided. He let himself get cocky because nobody else could kiss you like he could. Nobody else could worship your candy-like lips like he could, sucking and pressing his own lips to them just right.
You nodded. "I pretended like I had an emergency call and told him to get out of my car."
It was a bit awkward recounting that night. The whole event itself was awkward. You hoped you never had to retell it. But, of course, it had to come out to Matt eventually. You weren't sure if he was going to be upset at the fact that you were with another guy, or find it funny that the guy couldn't even make it far.
He slipped out of his dark mood into a more amused one. "Was it the coworker guy, or some random?"
"Not the coworker, he actually is just a friend. But not some random either."
"So you know this guy?" He asked, fixing you with a hard stare.
You continued twisting the ring on your finger, focusing your gaze anywhere but him. "I don't, like, know him, know him. Friend of a friend type shit."
"Was it planned?"
You lifted your eyes to him briefly, catching the hard look on his face, then your eyes dropped back down to your rings. "Nobody fucking plans to hook up in the car."
He gave a slow movement of his head, up and down. "Spontaneous is more your thing." He paused, dissecting the confession. "How'd it lead up to that?"
Part of him knew it would actually make him shake with anger and jealousy, hearing how you ended up with this guy in your car. But the other part wanted to know if it was a mindless choice, heightened by whatever environment you were in.
You lifted a hand and twisted a strand of your hair around your finger, observing your split ends. "I was at a friend's house, and there were a lot of people there. Chill hang out. He started flirting with me, and I flirted back and... yeah."
"Huh, so you thought he was cute." He vocalized his thoughts. He absolutely didn't want to think about your nails trailing down another guy's arms. Or the way you probably looked up at him with your pouty lips and feathery lashes. His hand curled into a fist in his pocket.
You lifted a shoulder, still checking for split ends. "He wasn't, like, bad."
What you weren't saying, and you weren't going to, was that he wasn't Matt. The top ten hottest guys in the world could throw themselves at you, and you would still fucking choose Matt.
Matt knew you had every right to find whoever you wanted attractive. But it panicked him a little, the thought of someone you found attractive coming to sweep you away from him. But he was cocky enough to know that would never realistically happen. He'd know exactly how to get you back. It was a dance you both did so many times that he could do it with his eyes closed.
He cleared his throat, attempting to clear his thoughts. "So, that answers the whole condom shit. I'll admit, I'm fucking relieved you didn't fuck him." He tried to look at the silver lining of it all. He kind of felt bad for the guy, not getting a chance to experience and worship the body he would get on his fucking hands and knees for.
You finally looked up at him, dropping the piece of your hair you were playing with. "Yeah, you probably would've accused me of cheating and ran with it." It was a passive-aggressive jab to the bullshit song he played after finding the condom.
His gaze sharpened on you. "And how would you have reacted if you found underwear in my car?"
You sucked in a breath; you should have expected him to fire back. "I'd hope whatever baddie it belonged to wasn't missing it."
He rolled his eyes at you. "Be fucking serious, please."
"Okay, yeah, I wouldn't be happy either and maybe feel betrayed." You stumbled over your words a little, hating that you were disclosing this to him.
He had to force his mouth into a flat line, trying not to smile. "Just say you'd be jealous. Then you'd freak out on me until I fucked you and made it all better."
His eyes zeroed in on your face, watching for the reaction he wanted. You felt the heat from his words travelling all over your body, starting at the tips of your fingers and washing all throughout, reaching your cheeks and tinting them pink.
God, those pink fucking cheeks. He just wanted to hold them in his hands while he said even more words to you, turning them even more pink, feeling them grow hot in his hands.
You had to look away, the moment turning far too intense for you. "How do you know these girls anyway?"
"Also friends of friends. I don't go for anyone I'm going to see again." Yeah, he was absolutely drinking this shit up now. It wasn't going to be long until one of you was crawling to the other, begging for some relief. If he just kept on pressing the right buttons, you'd be cumming on his hand soon.
"Ugh, that's so... typical of men. Do you have no remorse? You seriously plan this shit every time we break up?"
You hated knowing this information about him. If the girls had known he'd never contact them again, maybe you wouldn't be so upset. You actually hoped some of them made him feel like a fucking idiot for it.
Hearing it from you, he actually did feel like a dick for it. He wanted to wipe that look of disgust from your face. It admittedly made him feel a little sick. "Don't look at me like that, please. I can't–"
You looked at him, your lips curled with distaste. "Answer my fucking questions."
His eyebrows scrunched up at the look on your face. "No, I don't plan it. It's just... makes me miss you a little less."
"Your communication is fucked."
He would rather try not to think of you, than grovel over you. You couldn't really blame him, because you did the same. It was like you went to war; who would break first?
"That's kind of our thing, sweetheart." He gave you a wry smile.
You sighed, knowing he was right. Both of you were too stubborn to really tell the other how it really is. You much preferred provoking each other, pushing each other to the breaking point.
"And, I regret every fucking thing I said to you, about you not becoming successful. It was a dick move. You're doing fucking amazing for yourself." He added after a beat of silence.
It was what you wanted to hear. That he wished he could eat up those words he spat at you. But there still wasn't an apology there and you weren't going to beg him for one.
"I love you, you know? So much. I wish I could take back everything I said that night. Maybe we wouldn't be here if I hadn't judged you so hard." He needed to say those words; they had been trapped in his brain for months. Each time you would walk past him and give him a dismissive look was like a knife to the gut.
It was an unwanted feeling for both of you. Passing each other without even saying a word, even though you knew every fucking thing about each other.
"Yeah, maybe." You said, voice softer now. Your brain was stuck on the words he hadn't uttered in so long. The soft way he was saying it, you just wanted to crawl into his lap and let him hold you while he peppered kisses against your shoulder.
"We still mad at each other, or are you finally going to stop treating me like a stranger?"
You breathed out, actually feeling some of the tension leaving your shoulders. "I think you can upgrade from bitchass ex-boyfriend to just ex-boyfriend now."
He felt actual relief washing over him at your snarky tone. You both were back on track now, moving away from that uncharted territory. "Wow, a promotion." He quipped, reaching out to brush some of your hair from your shoulder, just wanting some contact with you.
"So, what now?" You asked, letting his touch linger and drinking it in.
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- dealer!chris letting reader give him a shopping haul (except he’s not paying attention)
contains: basically just fluff!, let me know if i missed anything.
pairing: dealer!chris x sweetheart!reader
know before you read: lowercase intended. got this idea from a comment!
the house is dark when you walk in. you go into the room and hear the shower running, assuming he’s in the shower.
“chris?” you call out. “in here.” he tells from the shower. you walk into the bedroom and knock on the bathroom door.
“when you get out, can i give you a shopping haul?” you giggle eagerly. “i got some things you might like.”
“yeah, i’ll be out in a minute, love.” about 5 minutes later, he gets dressed and comes into the bedroom.
you sit on the bed next to him and put all the bags beside you. “oh-kay. what should i show you first?” you hold up the victoria’s secret bag, and another shop you like that sells cute dresses.
“i think this one.” he points at the second one. “i like those dresses on you. they’re cute.” he says, making you grin.
you hold up the first top you got. it’s a blue, lacey babydoll top. one layer is just blue, and the other is white flower lace. you try it on and show him.
“do you like it?” you raise your eyebrows, waiting for his reaction. “do i like it? baby, i love it.”
you show him the rest. more babydoll tops, babydoll dresses, and just other skirts.
“time for the victoria’s secret..” you grin, knowing you have a little dress in there he’ll really like when you try it on later.
you hold up a tiny pajama set. it’s baby pink, with both lace and silk on the top and bottoms after trying it on, you turn around to see his jaw dropped. giggling, you walk over to him.
“my god, baby. you look beautiful.” he swallows.
“do i? well, i have more but i’m too lazy to try it on.” you sigh dramatically, making him grin at you.
you move on to bath and body works, still wearing the pajama set. you show him the first perfume you got, one called ‘covered in roses’. he smells it off your wrist and groans. “that smells amazing.”
after you get through about two more, you look over to him to see he’s not even listening. you raise an eyebrow. “chris,” he hums, “are you even paying attention?” he smirks. “yes, i’m just admiring you more.” you roll your eyes, fighting back a smile.
“i’m sorry, you just look so good in those.” he groans dramatically. he is not sorry at all.
roxie speaks . . . hi yes so ty to the person i got this idea from!
Summary: After pissing off Brandy and finally getting what was coming for you. Looking for a quick way out, your eyes luckily land on the new kid. Thinking on your feet, you swoop I'm in for a little kiss to try and ward off the wolves that were on your trail.
Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Fake Dating'
*Gif does not belong to me
Your slightly heeled boots clicked through the hallway quickly, walking at a steady pace so as to not let on to how much worry was flooding through your body. You hadn't meant to piss off Brandy, scratch that, you hadn't meant to piss off Brandy enough that she'd get her whole cheerleading squad to go after you.
That's why you were hurridly walking down the school corridor, not even bothering to look over your shoulder as you could hear their pig-squeal-laughs as they followed. As you went you could see heads start to turn when they heard the parade of cheerleaders, their eyes only setting on you after they realised what was happening. The more heads that turned, the more you began to realise just how doomed you might be.
It was only when your eyes landed on some guy you had never seen before. He stood tall as he opened his locker, shoving something into it that vaguely looked like some teddy bear that had poorly been impaled. Your eyes quickly scanned over him, trying to put together the puzzle pieces as to who he might be.
You have never seen him before in one of your classes, which could just mean he was in the year above but you didn't think so. He seemed too fresh, unaware of what he was getting himself into to be familiar with this place.
That was when you remembered what Billy had been telling you. Some new kid was being recruited into this school. Some child killer. The orphanage killer, or something like that.
You had no idea what this killer was meant to look like. Billy had told you stories but even then he hadn't said anything about the boy's features. How could he? He had never seen him before last night or whenever it was that the green-haired boy slunk off with his skateboard and too much excitement flickering through his bones.
You couldn't help but count this as a win as you realised this was the boy who set that orphanage on fire. Never had you thought you would say those words in your head.
Changing the course of your walk, you head straight for the new kid, placing a heavy hand on the locker next to his head and staring up with a large smile. Eyes were instantly on the two of you. If someone hadn't been staring at one of the two of you before, they definitely were now.
"Look who finally decided to show up after my months of begging." You exclaim, saying the first words that come to mind to make it seem like the two of you had known each other previous to joining the school. His head snapped towards you when the slam of your hand had first sounded, face full of shock which now morphed to confusion at your words. "You could've told me you were coming."
"Do I know you?" The boy said, voice not as loud as yours. It seemed he was trying to keep his words on the down low so as to not embarrass you in case you had made a mistake. How sweet.
"Don't be silly," You laughed, your voice calming but still loud enough for any onlookers to easily hear. Lowly though, your teeth bared in a smile to try and not draw too much attention to your next words though, you say, "Just play along."
He blinked almost owlishly at you in return as if your intentions still weren't setting in. You rolled your eyes, your irises landing on the teddy bear that had in fact been stabbed in his locker, a not stuck to it. You sniffed at that. Seems like you were right.
"Oi, cunt," One of the girls--one that you had never bothered to learn the name of--yelled from not too far away, her and her pack catching up to you.
That was the only kickstart you needed to reach up and grab onto the boy's face, pulling him down so he reached your height and smashing your faces together. Your lips moved quickly, almost in sync as he finally realised what was happening.
Reaching a hand up to place on your hip, the other awkwardly hanging in the air before cupping your cheek, he angled your face up slightly so it would be easier for him to kiss you back.
You could hear the sudden stop of shoes as the group after you stopped a few feet away, watching with wide eyes as you kissed the boy's home killer. Someone whistled, probably some lowlife or one of your friends who were also lowlifes. You didn't care though, not when you heard the muttering or the laughing, not when a horde of footsteps kept walking, acting as if nothing had happened.
It was only when the bell rang did you pulled back, taking a big breath of air in as you looked up at the boy through hooded eyes. Hopefully, you didn't share any classes with him or this was going to be an awkward few hours.
"I'm Marcus," The boy says, blinking at you with a smile on his face as if he couldn't believe what just happened.
You returned his smile, grinning up at him sharply. "Hi Marcus, you just saved my arse." Slowly, you push yourself off the locker you had been leaning against, ready to go about your day as if nothing had happened. Marcus didn't seem to like the sound of that.
"What, no name?" He teased, shutting his locker and trailing after you, not caring if the storage unit was actually locked. "I did just save your arse, according to you."
"Don't you think it's a bit too early for me to give you my name?" You joked, walking down the hall without stopping or waiting for him to catch up.
"Well, you did kiss me," Marcus pointed out, grinning cheekily as he fell into step next to you. "I think that you should count for something."
"I don't kiss and tell," You said simply, leaving him to wonder for a little bit longer.
"Well, if you're not going to tell me your name," He started, pulling out a folded piece of paper from his blazer pocket. Unfolding it, he turned it around and showed it off to you. "Could you at least tell me where my next class is?"
You take one look at the piece of paper and say, "Fuck."
chris doesn’t beg- in which Chris derives to your work, forcing you to talk to him but you can’t take him seriously when he’s high out of his mind. it hurts you to ignore him but it hurts you more to keep falling for his toxic trap. ౨ৎ
HERoin- to apologise for the other day, Chris gives you some pleasure. but he gets distracted by a phone call half way through, earning another mood from you. he makes a proposition to cheer you up. 🃑 ౨ৎ
in the back- you accompany Chris to one of his main selling points. you notice how jealous he gets when people hit on you and try to ignore it but it’s fun to play with him. one thing you know for certain is that you won’t get away with it. ౨ৎ
a little more- he can’t handle love. he’s a mess and you’re too good for him? though it was complicated already, now that was so much to figure out. and you have to talk to Chris somehow. luckily, he appears at the clinic and you can hear his voice again, you only hope he’ll take you. ౨ৎ
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summary: the interaction at the diner hasn't left his thoughts, and chris just can't help himself when it comes to your beautiful presence, so he follows you home.
pairing: stalker!chris sturniolo × singer!reader
warnings + topics: cursing, stalking, murder, weapons, blood, obsessive behavior, suggestive moments, breaking & entering, crying, arguments, chris is crazy, choking, drowning, first person, second person, etc. more than half of these topics are mentioned in later chapters.
author's note: if the person reading this is sensitive to any of the topics listed above, please do not read this. i am not responsible for your own media consumption, and will not change any aspect of the story for your own pleasure. (this will be the last time i will state this, please scroll if you're not comfortable.)
author's note 2: he's giving joe goldberg!! this chapter is written mainly in 1st person, & the first half is chris' perspective! i'll clarify that throughout the story.
author's note 3: you guys are getting this a little earlier because i couldn't wait to post it🗣🗣
word count: 2.8k
why are you walking home alone, y/n? it's not safe out here, especially late at night. what if some creep tries to attack you? i know you're smarter than that.
and you're on your phone, clearly unaware of what's going on around you. you're lucky i'm here to keep you safe. i'll always be.
i reach behind my back, grabbing my hood to throw it over my head. if she saw that i was the one following her, she probably wouldn't watch me anymore. she would think i'm a weirdo.
i hear her laugh, and god, i wish that sound could just repeat in my head for a lifetime. it's such a sweet, soft sound, just like her personality. sweet.
"jamie, don't be such a dick. you know the deadline is coming soon and we have to finish the album." i hear her say, and i can't help but flinch at the sudden noise.
who is she talking to? who is jamie, and why is he being a dick to her? nobody should ever even speak a filthy word to her let alone treat her badly, she's such an angel.
her head turns, and i finally get a glimpse of her earbuds. she can't hear me. no wonder why she hasn't turned back every time i step on the gravelly sidewalk. it's such an annoying sound, always calling me out.
y/n sighs, rubbing her temple with one hand as her free one holds the phone up to her ear, "it's like you don't even care if we descend the charts! maybe ask yourself why you're doing this before you go and screw everything up."
she's tense, i can tell from the way she groans under her breath. i can hear jamie's voice, it's quiet but i can make out what he's saying.
something about rerecording background vocals and going over lyrics again. then, he says something inaudible, and now y/n is on video call with him.
she taps a button, and now i can hear him loud and clear, "just listen to this, it really needs some touch-ups."
i can see his face from the way y/n is holding her phone, and suddenly his eyebrows furrow and he looks directly at me.
the music pauses, and y/n stops in her tracks. she's in the middle of the crosswalk, and i'm just a few feet behind her.
"y/n... who is that?" my eyes widen as i realize he's talking about me. she only laughs nervously, shrugging the uncomfortable feeling off.
don't look back, "stop fucking around and just show me the chorus." she huffs out, another laugh leaving her plump lips.
his eyes are still on me through that screen, and i just continue to walk, hoping that my cover won't be blown.
"no, y/n, look behind you. there's a man following you!" he finally yells, and i curse under my breath as i hear y/n's breathing pick up.
her head whips around, and that's when i panic. fuck, why did her house have to be so far away? damn you, jamie.
my first thought is to just rush her, tackle her to the floor and throw her phone on the ground, but i don't because that would result in hurting her. so, i take the second best option, running to my right and into some bushes.
i hear y/n scream from behind me, and then i hear her footsteps finally run off the crosswalk and across the street. my foot gets caught on a stick, and i fall face first into the dirt.
my knees hit the ground, and i groan at the sharp pain of rocks on my flesh. my hands sunk into the mud beneath me, getting the hem of my sweatshirt sleeves dirty, "dude, what the fuck?"
i stand up again, shaking my hands out in front of me in hopes of getting the mud off. some of it does, and a small amount of damage is repaired, but there's still cuts and bruises forming on my lower half.
my eyes wander, looking down at my bloodied knees. why did i even wear jorts today? it's boston, it's not supposed to be hot after 6 pm.
my hands clench into fists, and anger begins to boil under my skin. it feels like it's 90° now, snd i just want to punch something. why do my plans always fucking fail? no matter what i do, the outcome is horrible.
not this time. no, i'm not gonna let this silly little thing mess up my plan. this is just a setback, and there's always downs in life, don't let it get the best of you, chris.
"breathe." i mutter, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths. i wish matt was here, he would know what to do. he would console me and tell me everything's gonna be alright.
he would tell me to keep going, get the girl. and that's exactly what i'm gonna do, whether jamie likes it or not. because this is just a minor setback, nothing will stop me from getting y/n. no one will stop me.
"you're starrin' in my dreams,
in magazines,"
it's the next day, and now matt is dabbing the large cut on me with a cotton ball. the hydrogen peroxide stings, and i flinch as he puts a bit more pressure.
"matt!" i groan, reaching for his hand. he swats mine away, looking up into my eyes with a stern expression.
i shut my mouth and just look away, trying not to focus on the pain too much as my brother pushes it against my knee. i hear him let out a long sigh, and then my attention is back on him.
he gives me a knowing look, and then he speaks, "what'd you do this time?" my eyebrows furrow in offense. i never do anything, it's not always my fault.
i scoff, looking around at anything but matt. how could i explain that i was following the love of my life, that doesn't know she's the love of my life yet, home, and then got caught and threw myself into some bushes? he would think i'm a maniac, and that's the last thing i want my older brother to think of me as.
"i tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. it was hugeee, matt, you really should've seen it." way to go, chris, that's so believable.
he shrugs, a smile coming to his face as he laughs, "i'm not even surprised." that was very believable, chris. way to go!
"not surprised is crazy." nick chimes in, and both mine and matt's heads whip up in the direction of his voice.
he's leaning against the door frame of my bedroom, a smug smirk on his face as he squints his eyes to see my knees better, "wow, chris, who pushed you off the slide?"
i just flip him off, they're treating me like a child. i'm smarter than that, i'm tougher than the both of them. well, maybe not nick, but i'm close!
"actually go choke." i groan, throwing myself back against the mattress as disappointment washes over me. if i had just thought before i followed y/n then maybe i would know where she lived, and whoever the fuck jamie is. such a snitch.
matt peels the plastic seal from the bandaid, and then he sticks it onto the cut on my knee. he inhales sharply before getting to his feet again, "alright, you're fine now. take the bandaid off when it stop bleeding, 'kay?"
i only hum in response, my emotions all over the place and getting the best of me. this entire situation is so idiotic and childish, i don't need a bandaid.
nick walks out after matt, making sure to shut the door. wow, he's finally learned after all the times i've scolded him about not closing it.
there's still mud in the crevices between my fingers and under my nails. it's uncomfortable in more than one way. i just want the memory of that night to be gone, erased from my memory for my entire life.
but i'm not ever gonna forget it, and it's gonna be hard to forget when the girl i want is a constant reminder of that incident. it's whatever, though. in the end it will pay off, all the things i'll do for her attention will pay off. i know it will.
my feet begin to swing as they dangle off the edge of my bed, and then they hit something. i finally sit up straight, looking down at where my feet are planted. the box, that box full of magazines and letters, prints and various drawings of y/n.
i look toward my door before grabbing the box and placing it on my bed softly. my fingers hook under the top, and it falls to the side, revealing your face on the covers of multiple magazines.
i never missed a day when rolling stone, variety, and even vogue came out with new magazines that featured y/n on the covers and in all of the pages inside. i even bought some that had her on only a single page, then i cut them out and threw it in here.
nobody could call themselves y/n's biggest fan with me still alive. they don't know her like i do, even if we just met for the first time on—no, even if we just reconnected for the first time in forever yesterday.
"pretty girl." i whisper. even if she can't hear, i know she knows that. she's the prettiest girl in the world, who wouldn't compliment her?
i grab the first magazine, my eyes darting all around her beautiful body and facial features before putting it to the side and admiring the next one. it should be a crime to be this gorgeous, she shouldn't even be allowed outside.
what if something happens to the girl? her security wouldn't care, but i would. the things i'd do for that girl i can't even explain. i don't need her love for that, though, because i can just protect her even when she's not watching. i need her love because that is the only thing that keeps me going.
her interviews where she says how much she loves and appreciates her fans, that keeps me going. that night at the diner when she said she watched my videos, oh, that's gonna keep me up for a long time.
who would've known that night would take a turn because i sure didn't. i thought it would go smoothly and that i would make it all the way to her home, surprise her. but no, it went horribly all because of that fucking dipshit jamie.
he's the one who ruined our romantic walk, he's the one who ruined my chances of getting her to fall for me. jamie ruined everything, and fuck, i just want to strangle him until his head pops. i just want to watch him as he gets ruined, as his life gets ruined in front of the entire world.
i don't even realize that i'm crushing a page of her magazine until i hear a crunch, and now suddenly, i'm back in my room as i stare at her beautiful, crushed face. panic spikes in my heart, and my free hand comes up in an effort to smoothen down the paper like it was before. no, this was a special magazine, it couldn't be ruined.
my breathing hitches, and i huff out as i just throw it back into the box. my hand reaches for the other one, and i place it gently atop of the crumpled paper before closing the box and setting it under my bed again.
i kick it further under the bed frame until i hear it hit the wall with a quiet thud, and then i let out a breath that i didn't know i'd been holding in. i'm letting my anger get a hold of me again, just like it almost did last night.
"deep breaths, chris. just breath." i tell myself, grabbing the sheets and running my thumbs along the fabric as i breath in through my nose and out through my mouth.
if i let anger get the best of me i'll ruin my plan for y/n, and then she'll never want to speak to me or even see me again.
"you're looking right at me."
pov = second person...
you smile at the boy across from you, giggling at the stupid knock knock joke he had just told you, "that wasn't even funny, it's just your laugh, jamie!"
he scoffs in faux offense, putting a hand to his chest as he takes a sip of his coffee. before speaking again, he swallows, "don't try to convince yourself that i'm not the funniest guy you've ever met."
you only roll your eyes at the blond, looking away from him to admire your surroundings. you and your producer came to this small coffee shop to talk about work and how you both needed to finish the last few songs on your upcoming album before the deadline, and now here you were, laughing at his jokes.
jamie felt like a brother to you, being there for all your highs and lows all throughout these past few years as you grew on the charts. he was always by your side, protecting you from crazy fans and even crazier haters. jamie also treated you like a member of his family, and he said that he'd protect you with his life.
the laughing dies down, and then you hear him sigh. your head turns to look at the boy again, and his eyes meet yours in an instant, "i hope you're being safe out there, y/n. seriously."
your face contorted into a look of happiness and maybe even guilt as you tilted your head, "i promise you i am."
"what about last night, then? you could've gotten kidnapped if it wasn't for me pointing out that creep. he was most definitely following you home, y/n!" he exclaimed, quiet enough that nobody else could hear but loud enough that only you could.
a look of worry was on his face, an expression that you hadn't seen that much of lately. he really was scared for you, especially in the last few months. you were growing in popularity fast, climbing up the charts every week or so.
at your silence, jamie exhaled, "sorry for snapping, you just... you keep me on my toes at all times, and sometimes i don't know what to say." he gives a smile full of sympathy before he takes another sip of his coffee.
you nod, eyes wandering again as you mutter, "it's okay." you knew all he wanted was the best for you, "i should've just gone to liv's apartment. the walk to my place was further than i thought."
your eyes darted all over the small plaza, looking around at all of the different people that walked by. one person in particular caught your eye, and you stared for just a little longer.
chris stared right back at you, hair covering his face along with his black fresh love hoodie. he found you again, and this time he wasn't gonna fuck up.
he saw the way your eyebrows furrowed even from the fountain across from the cafe, and he laughed at your concentrated look. you were trying to figure out who that was.
the brunette couldn't lie, he was a bit jealous of your producer. i mean, he was sitting right across from you and making you laugh. chris should be the guy who makes you laugh!
he'd been watching no less than 15 minutes as you both chatted, cheeks flushing at your perfect smile and beautiful, silky hair that fell over your shoulder just right.
maybe his obsession had grown after that night, but he wasn't some deranged stalker who tracked your every move. that would be insane, and chris would never put himself under that category. maybe.
chris cursed as jamie's head turned in the direction of chris, and the brunette just turned and quickly walked away. his brothers were probably wondering where he was, and the vlog would have to be scrapped if only 2 of them were in it.
jamie's eyebrows furrowed again, and he stood up and quickly grabbed your hand, "we're going, y/n. now."
as he dragged you out of the cafe, you couldn't help but think. who was that mystery guy? was he the guy from last night? why was he following you?
you had so many questions, and yet there were no answers to any of them. not quite yet, anyway. you were gonna have to wait for the right time, and chris had the whole thing planned out already. you'd just have to be patient.
